My hair was even more sky-high than my platforms. The platform and heel of the shoes were covered in leopard. I was going to pair this with my sky-high platform sandals with the black patent across the balls of my feet, open toes to show off the new fire-engine-red pedicure I’d given myself (along with the same in a manicure, but on my long talons, I’d added a curve of amber rhinestones all along one side of the outer edge of each ring finger). The back was scooped all the way out and the front was scooped to maximum cleavage potential (and with the maximums of my cleavage, this might be awe-inspiring to some heck, it was my cleavage and it was still that to me). A skintight mini-dress that only went down to there. To this end, I was wearing my leopard print (or one of them). He wanted to convince me we were meant to be together, he’d been kind enough to me he’d earned that shot.īut he was going to know what he was getting. Obviously, I’d decided to go out with Marcus.
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